Shye wasn't from Phaskalda or Weaven.
However, this didn't mean that he knew nothing about the Voidos Devourer.
His appraisal skill was more than enough for him to know everything he needed to.
'Hoh, so this huge bastard was a spellcaster, huh?' Shye mused, 'So that's why the idiotic ape was smiling so devilishly. Unfortunately for you, it would be extremely difficult to catch me off-guard!'
*BONK!*
Shye's thoughts were cut short as a sudden moderately heavy metal trinket hit him squarely on the head, causing a somewhat funny noise to echo across the entrance of the guardian's room.
"Wha– WHO THE F*CK THREW THAT?!" Shye raged, his initial focus completely shattered.
He, Shye Crowley, was caught off-guard by whoever the hell threw the trinket.
"Awawa!! I-I apologize, Mister Crowley! I-I just want to wish you luck by giving you the Goddess of Victory's trinket. P-Please don't be angry!" Mira said, appearing extremely panicked.
